Looking for Healing: My Last Days in Xela
Time flies when you’re having fun, but it slows when you’re suffering…
Tag: xela
I have no idea what I’m doing.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
Pretty Cities Fading
I’m enjoying this idyllic afternoon, but soon enough, pain will return. Soon it will be my turn to suffer again.